| You better tell me if you with me
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| I know the Devil tryna stop me
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| Got these people out here wishin' they could pop me
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| If they want me, come and get me!
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| Man, I ain’t scared of none of y’all
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| The only thing I fear is the IRS and God
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| If you wanna go against me
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| Nah, they prolly better think twice
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| Got angels over my head, war on my mind
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| If ya' want me, come and get me!
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| Well, y’all might as well go ahead
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| I’m prolly more of a threat to y’all while I’m dead, though
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| Twenty-four years old, my momma brought me to the globe
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| Tried to tell me it was cold and taught me how to keep the coat
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| Now, now, now she told me to go to school and get my education
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| But remember there’s a bias to them books that they be makin'
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| Gave me, solo nights and taught me
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| 'Bout them little pastors, told me
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| God ain’t white and that there’s
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| More to life than rap and I e-
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| -xpressed my opinions, my faith, and my views
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| If they wanna keep me quiet, tell 'em, «Do it!»
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| You better tell me if you with me
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| I know the Devil tryna stop me
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| Got these people out here wishin' they could pop me
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| If they want me, come and get me!
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| Man, I ain’t scared of none of y’all
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| The only thing I fear is the IRS and God
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| If you wanna go against me
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| Nah, they prolly better think twice
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| Got angels over my head, war on my mind
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| If they want me, come and get me!
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| Well, y’all might as well go ahead
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| I’m prolly more of a threat to y’all while I’m dead, though
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| Huh, once upon a time, God opened up my mind
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| And He showed me I don’t have to be a product people buy
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| With this God-given wisdom, I can climb out the holes
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| Stay up out the system 'cause the system never let you go
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| Speak the Truth without no fail
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| It’s gon' root in my career
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| I’ve been a mascot for too long
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| I ain’t come here for no cheers
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| First of all, let me be clear one time
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| Let me be real one time
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| If you want a religious puppet you gon' have to hang this guy
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| I’ve been around the world and seen pretty girls get caged up like sex slaves
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| Crooked cops done pulled me over, treated me like I ain’t made
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| In the image of God and that’s so odd
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| I’m at Sunday service with a snapback
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| And if ya' hatin' on me go and hate
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| But if you gon' ride
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| You better tell me if you with me
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| I know the Devil tryna stop me
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| Got these people out here wishin' they could pop me
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| If they want me, come and get me!
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| Man, I ain’t scared of none of y’all
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| The only thing I fear is the IRS and God
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| If you wanna go against me
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| Nah, they prolly better think twice
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| Got angels over my head, war on my mind
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| If they want me, come and get me!
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| Well, y’all might as well go ahead
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| I’m prolly more of a threat to y’all while I’m dead, though
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| Ahem, well, um, the sky ain’t the limit
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| To me it’s a limitation in a planetary on my navigation
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| You can follow me to every destination, come on
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| Let me make it plain, look, I’m just tryna fly withcha
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| Let me tell it, man look, I ain’t never lied to you
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| I’ma keep it real, I’ma ride withcha, get the Key &Peele
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| If you gettin' money like a, go and fill up banks, go make a mill'
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| If you hatin' on me, then you speak in tongues, get a translator (oh yeah)
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| If you flakin' on me go and let it snow, I got plans later
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| Look, I’ve been tryna tell 'em since '04-'05 (that's Real Talk)
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| Still, you know these people doubt me every time
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| Had an alter ego, but my ego altered at the altar call
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| Looked up at the ceiling, man, I heard the angels talkin', y’all
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| What’d they say? |
| They said
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| I was made in His image, in His likeness
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| Bite this if you don’t like this, herbs and spices is righteous
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| Nothin' in the world quite like this, hold on to it with a tight fist
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| Prototype this, no matter what yo' type be
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| You better tell me if you with me
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| I know the Devil tryna stop me
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| Got these people out here wishin' they could pop me
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| If they want me, come and get me!
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| Man, I ain’t scared of none of y’all
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| The only thing I fear is the IRS and God
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| If you wanna go against me
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| Nah, they prolly better think twice
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| Got angels over my head, war on my mind
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| If they want me, come and get me!
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| Well, y’all might as well go ahead
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| I’m prolly more of a threat to y’all while I’m dead, though, ha |